Текст песни самый маленький человек - Убившая любовь Вертинского

The love that killed Vertinsky
Words: Alexander Vertinsky
Adaptation: Maxim Buduschev

what does it matter to me that you exist in the world,
you suffer, you play, you dream about something and you lie,
what does it matter to me that you fade in your prime
that you forget about light and do not expect happiness.

What do I care that all your drunken nights
no one can warm a cold soul with a dream,
that you are fading away, and your mouth is tired and vicious,
and the fallen angels cannot fly into the sky.

and who is to blame for the bad actors,
that no one even gives you the illusion of happiness,
that your pale body is tormented like dogs by pimps,
that your poor heart turns to ice.

you just took and killed the good fairy,
there was fire in his eyes, and blood on his weak hands.
you wander through the forest, not daring to knock anywhere,
hide from this love you killed.

what does it matter to me that you get lost on the road
that you have lost the keys to our happiness.
who has killed love, neither people nor gods forgive.
Amen. disappear. die. perish. shut up.